But it was at this moment that exclamations, shouts and footsteps came from behind.

"Patient No. 25 ran away again."

"catch him."

"Quick, he's trying to pry open the door."

"I told you to increase the dose of medicine a long time ago. Didn't he take the medicine already?"

A crowd of people arrived.

Doctors and nurses were angry.

Li Xiaofei ultimately failed to open the door before being caught.

The doctors carried him back to the ward, tied him to the hospital bed, and found the vomited medicine from his trouser pocket.

Then, a larger dose of new medicine was put into his mouth, and a nurse pinched his nose, filled him with water, and force-fed him to make sure he swallowed all the medicine before giving him another injection of sedative.

Li Xiaofei fell into a deep sleep.

Quietness returned to the ward.

The two young men on one side looked at Li Xiaofei who was in deep sleep, with smiles on their faces.

"Sleep, sleep. When you wake up next time, you will know your true identity."

"Hey, go to sleep."

…

…

Golden sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains.

A faint smell of disinfectant filled the air.

A slightly noisy radio came, reporting the latest developments in the Russia-Ukraine war.

Li Xiaofei slowly opened his eyes.

He felt weak.

He turned around and glanced at the phone next to him, which showed the time——

September 17, 2023.

Sunday.

An ordinary day.

"It's broken, I haven't taken the medicine yet."

An idea suddenly popped into my mind.

He remembered that he didn't take his medicine properly yesterday, which made Sun Fei, the attending doctor, very angry. He seemed to have added a few more medicines today.

Eh?

Wait, what medicine?

who I am?

where am I?

What am I doing?

Li Xiaofei suddenly fell into confusion.

He subconsciously raised his hand and looked at his bracelet.

Oh, it turns out my name is Li Rui.

correct.

I remembered that I was a patient.

psychiatric patient.

I like writing, often have random thoughts, and fantasize about becoming a world-famous writer. In fact, by the 22nd year of my life, I have only written a few thousand words in a worn-out notebook.

Not finished yet.

Li Xiaofei looked out the window sadly, then picked up the notebook on the small table next to him and started reading.

There are densely written words on it.

This is his work.

The notebook was thrown aside casually, as if it had just been placed on the table leg. It looked dirty and had signs of water stains.

The golden sunlight shines on the notebook, and there are countless fine dust particles floating in the beam.

Li Xiaofei once imagined that every moving dust is actually a planet, with countless creatures living on it, and countless dust particles orbiting each other, forming different galaxies and universes...

For this dust universe, every breath and breath of oneself may be tens of billions of years, countless lives are born and die, and even the dust planet itself has experienced countless prosperity and destruction.

Such a self may be the supreme and unimaginable god to the life on the dusty planet.

But what about actually?

In my own planet, I am nothing more than a psychopath, so weak that I can't even decide what I eat for lunch today.

Is there such a god?

He smiled self-deprecatingly, reached out and grabbed the worn notebook, opened the title page, and began to read.

The story is rough.

But for some reason, Li Xiaofei looked at it with gusto, and his eyes became brighter and brighter the more he looked at it.

Did you really write this yourself?

Very exciting.

And, since I wrote it myself, why does it feel like I’m seeing it for the first time?

The ward door was pushed open.

Li Xiaofei turned around and saw that his nurse, Tan Qingying, had walked in pushing a trolley.

Routinely checked blood pressure, blood sugar, pulse, etc., and then supervised Li Xiaofei's medication.

Li Xiaofei took the pills and tablets, held the water glass, swallowed them one after another, and then drank the water.

"Good boy, let me check if you have taken all the medicine?"

Tan Qingying smiled softly.

Li Xiaofei opened his mouth and asked him to check.

"Not bad, I ate it all. Be good, you performed very well today."

After the little nurse finished praising her, she turned and left.

Li Xiaofei was still lying on the bed looking at himself.

He was extremely addicted.

An hour later, he saw the end.

The meaning is still not finished.

"The five comrades around him are all dead, and Li Xiaofei himself is almost exhausted. No matter how hard he looks, he can't defeat the demon called Nirvana."

"A qualified author, of course, can't write randomly, so he can't make rigid twists and turns, and he can't let the protagonist win inexplicably."

"How should we solve the final ending?"

He was lost in thought.

But the more I think about it, the more chaotic my brain becomes.

The medicine he took before had a strange ability to make him drowsy and make him want to forget everything.

In the next half day, Li Xiaofei would wake up and fall asleep at other times, with countless fragments of images flashing through his mind.

That is actually the content.

His brain is like a poor third-rate director, presenting the contents in the notebook in pieces...

Until dark.

Darkness falls again.

…

…

Golden sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, giving the slightly dark room a hint of brightness.

A pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air, which was a bit choking.

A slightly noisy radio sound came to my ears, announcing the latest developments in the Russo-Ukrainian war. Big Goose's Black Sea Fleet had lost a flagship...
To be continued...